Men of Love

Chapter 7

For LoveMeSomeOTPs

XX

"Oh my fucking god!" I sat up in my bed when I heard Kirstie scream. Next thing I know, Scott slammed my door shut. He looked frightened.

"I see you met my roommate." He put his hand over his heart with a little laugh.

"She scared the shit out of me." I let my eyes travel down his body. He was wearing his jeans but that was about it. I think I would freak out too if a 'straight' actor came out of best friend's room, who's a prostitute. He came over to give me a short, gentle kiss. He began fixing my hair. "You're beautiful." I tensed.

"Am I?" I had to correct myself. It's not sexy or appealing if the escort doubts their own body. "I mean I am." He caressed my cheek.

"Of course you are." He was giving me the softest kiss I've ever experienced. That's when I realized, maybe I didn't wake up to Scott still sleeping next to me but he was still here. He called me beautiful in the morning. He did everything I thought no one would do. My arms slipped across his shoulders, connecting behind his neck.

"Mitch? I think I'm going craz-" Kirstie opened my door without knocking as Scott and I broke the kiss. She pointed at Scott.

"Have you ever heard of knocking?" She didn't respond. She just kind of stood there.

"Why is a straight man making out with you?" I groaned, sliding off the bed. Scott had a facial expression I couldn't read.

"I'll be back." He pulled me in for a quick kiss. Then I dragged Kirstie into the living room.

"Why-"

"He's a client." She grabbed her head in her hands. Her eyes came to scan over me.

"Is that his shirt?" The only thing I was wearing was Scott's black button up shirt that he had on yesterday.

"That's not important. I need you to keep this quiet. He's paying a lot so no one knows." She seemed completely over the fact that she found out her favorite male actor was gay.

"You like him." I laughed.

"Well yeah. The sex is amazing and-"

"No. You like him, like him." I made a loud scoff.

"No I don't. He's another client who pays in cash. Now if you would please excuse me." I could almost laugh out loud at the thought of 'liking' a client. I like the money. And sometimes the sex. With Scott the sex counted. It was fantastic. "Hey." Scott was laying back on my pillows with his arms crossed behind his head.

"You look good in my shirt. It's a little big considering height difference." The sleeves were longer. They went pass my finger tips. "Come here." I did I was told willingly. I knew he wouldn't hurt me on purpose. I had one of my legs on either side of his body.

"Kirstie won't tell anyone." His hands were placed on my thighs just to be there.

"I think she was surprised just to see a guy."

"I usually don't take work home with me." I laughed when he flipped our positions. I was pinned with my back to my mattress and Scott between my legs.

"You're absolutely gorgeous." I felt my cheeks catch fire. This was an actual blush. I haven't felt this since I was first in California. He leaned down to press his lips against mine. I couldn't keep this up. Miles was pretty clear that kissing with a client had to be limited. I slipped my hand pass his jeans. He gasped against my lips.

"Please Scott." I got his jeans off but he didn't take off his shirt that I was wearing. He pushed my shirt up slightly and began kissing my hipbones. I grabbed his chin and brought his lips to mine. I felt him smile. I covered his mouth when he accidentally moaned too loud. I put a finger up to my lips to signal him to be quiet. I bit my lip. His hand slipped up my shirt. I was doing everything in my power to keep quiet.

"Do you like doing that?" Scott was laying next to me, brushing my hair away from my face. I was laying on his shoulder and tracing his chest.

"With you? Yes. But there are some clients who are so....difficult." He had unbuttoned the shirt and was now holding into the curve of my side. "I'm breaking a rule with you. I breaking a lot of rules. No condom, stay in bed with you in the morning, and that stupid desperate attempt to get laid when I invited you to my house. If Miles ever finds out...." I left my sentence there. I didn't feel like it would be a good idea to end it. Scott sat up on his elbows and looked down at me in silence.

"I could pay for you for the rest of the month." I was playing with a button on the shirt.

"Why would you do that?"

"Because Mitch...." He sighed loudly. "I don't want you to get hurt. I want you to go a couple days without having to fuck someone guy. Or you could leave."

"It's my job." I sat up. "How am I suppose survive without the money?"

"I could take care you of you. I would pay you-"

"And you do it just so you can fuck me!" I got up from the bed, closing the shirt so I wasn't exposed.

"No! I can make you my assistant and all the sex can be gone." He stood up and held the blanket so he was covered. "We'll stop. You'll have a job, you'll get payed, and you'll never have to worry about clients. You'll be safe." I played with my necklace nervously.

"I don't know."

"Everyone comes to California to get away. What are you running from?" I froze, my hand turning into a fist. I watched him get his pants on before I got the strength to answer.

"That's not a good question to ask."

"Was it your family?" I didn't answer. I began picking at the bottom of the shirt. "What happened? Was it your dad?" I shook my head.

"You need to leave." I grabbed his hand and began dragging him to the front door.

"Tell me Mitch. Was it your mom?"

"No." He was pulling on my arm so I would slow down.

"Were you hurt? Did someone take advantage of-" I did the first thing that came into my mind. The slap echoed in the room. We had stopped in the area between the kitchen and the living room. If he had just keep his mouth shut for ten more steps he would be gone and without that red cheek. "Mitch?" I backed away from his hand.

"Don't touch me."

"I just wanted to help you." I covered my mouth as a sob came pass my lips.

"You could've helped me by keeping your fucking mouth shut!" I was screaming. It was my defensive mode. I heard Kirstie gasp. She had been watching tv. "Get out! Get the hell out!" I shoved his chest. In the wrong direction but I was trying to prove a point here.

"You can't stay in the Men of Love. You have to leave." His hands grabbed my wrists to keep me from hitting him.

"Why?!"

"It's not healthy. You need to talk about it."

"Don't tell me what to fucking do!"

"Mitch. Let me help you!" I was struggling to get my arms out of his grip. "You don't have to run. I can take care of you. You can go back to school. You can become someone." That sentence struck a nerve. I stopped struggling and looked at where I slapped Scott on the cheek.

"I'm sorry...." I collapsed in his arms, crying into his shirt. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He was kneeling on the ground, holding me close and rocking me back and forth.

"It's going to be okay." How could I trust him? I just met him....yet I felt so safe.